I Have to Tell You

I Have to Tell You

In honor of my new venture into the world of making art, I have an original poem which is a take off of This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams.

I HAVE TO TELL YOU

I have taken
the blank paper
you kept in your desk

and which
you were probably
saving
for masterpieces
of your own

Forgive me
there were colors
beautiful colors
waiting to escape.

Susan Taylor Brown, all rights reserved

The Poetry Friday round-up is here this week so please leave a link to your post in the comments and I’ll round them all up through-out the day. (If you read this blog on Facebook, please come over here and leave your link so I don’t miss it.)

(NOTE: When you leave your link, please help me out by putting your name/blog name, name of the poem, and a permalink to the entry, not just a generic blog entry. It saves me the time of having to click through to every single blogger that left a comment. Thanks! I should have put this in the original message.)

In the innovative poem category, Greg Pincus shares an “original” – a poem made up of search terms people used to end up at my blog, with the twist being all the terms had the word “poem” in them. I Enjoy Popping Bubble Wrap with My Pinky Toe.

Thanks for doing the roundup this week! Liked your takeoff of Williams’s poem.

At Wild Rose Reader, I have two original poems for a special holiday post: “Things to Do If You Are a Bell” and “Season’s Greetings from Jack & Rudy.” (Jack and Rudy are my daughter’s yellow lab and her cat, respectively.) I have also included links to earlier reviews of books of Christmas poetry and Christmas picture books in verse.

Cats Sleep Anywhere
Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.

The theme this week at The Incredible Thinking Woman . . . as it just so happens . . . is paper.

Today’s poetry offering is a poem by poet Marjorie Evasco, with a brief bit on why she writes (it started in her childhood in the Phillipines).

Even if you don’t have time to read that, you absolutely must see the two videos I posted further down the page. Both are stop animations using paper. Really incredible stuff, and something you won’t want to miss!